Posts made in February 14th, 2013

Once upon a time, a long long time ago (pre-marriage, pre-home ownership, pre-multi-cat clan) I made Sweetie a cheesecake for Valentine’s Day. Sweetie and I had only been together for a few months at this point, and I was quite proud of my pretty little cheesecake (and rather excited to show him my culinary skills!) It was perfect! I carefully decorated the top with a cherry pie filling heart, and lovingly stashed it away in the fridge so it would set and be ready for Valentine’s Day supper.

Then Sweetie came home from work. And then Sweetie went to look for a snack. And then… I heard a shriek come from the kitchen.

And then came the saddest question ever: “You have another cheesecake, right?”

I ran to the kitchen. There, upsidedown and on the floor in front of Bertha (the archaic electricity-sucking poop-coloured brown fridge that dominated our apartment kitchen) was my cheesecake.

It was a traumatic moment, I’m not gonna lie. And I did not, in fact, have another cheesecake.

It was a very sad Valentine’s Day indeed.

But, as always, life must carry on. And it did, sans cheesecake. Sweetie and I moved out of our ugly-fridge-filled apartment and bought our first house. We got married. We sold our first house and bought another house. And in the midst of all this moving and marrying we adopted a few cats along the way too.

Yes, cheesecake incident or not, life has been good.

In celebration of Valentine’s Day, and in remembrance of that sad, sad day many years ago, I delved into my recipe pile last night and made a cheesecake (much like the ill-fated floor-bound cheesecake of yore.) The recipe is super easy. It’s my mom’s cheesecake recipe (a well-loved recipe I remember her making throughout my childhood) but, truth be told, I’m pretty sure it’s actually quite likely Philly’s recipe, or Kraft’s recipe, or something like that. (Dear cream cheese makers and/or Kraft execs, I apologize if my mom plagiarized your recipe and called it her own. It’s very tasty! Thank you!)

That cheesecake is chilling in the fridge as we speak. And Sweetie has officially banished himself from our kitchen until suppertime, as he does every Valentine’s Day. He knows he only gets one Valentine’s Day cheesecake each year. And he also knows he’s prone to dropping things. Delicious things.

Yep. He’s not taking any chances.

Hope your Valentine’s Day is full of love, and food-related incident free. :)